I believe I'd die if I only could
I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good
He’d more or less expected @[elio] to reject him, but Wolfbane isn’t sad or even upset by his son's refusal to play along. Lepis had gotten to him too quickly, it seemed. His boys heart and mind have been turned against him, and the love that could’ve been a cemented thing was now only a brittle leaf being torn asunder by the wind of all their wasted words. Elio’s glare is accusatory - the glare of a child forgotten by their creator - but Wolfbane only blinks away the burning angst and turns his cheek to the side in a display of utter nonchalance to give his praise to Celina, where it would be appreciated.
He had no time for the boy, then, and plenty of other children to cull and shape how he liked. Let this one keep his hatred. Perhaps it would build into something more quantifiable, rather than manifesting itself as empty threats.
Celina, the righteous one, seemed to agree. Her father watched curiously as she spread her stance and snarled in defiance against Elio’s edict, flipping his long, greenish-black tail on the stone’s warm surface. Her growls echoed off the boulder cluster and when she’d finished, her sire rose up on his paws. “Good, Celina.” He swept up her hurried explanation with an equally as-rushed compliment, leaping back down to the earth in one smooth movement.
“Your brother,” He groaned and his body quivered; a flash of light played over his skin and the shape of his entire body began to bubble and shift, “doesn’t seem to get it.” He uttered painfully through a misshapen mouth. His limbs grew rapidly to replace the old ones; his jaw squared up and his nose flattened. He rose, completely changed, to balance in a sitting position on his hindquarters with his elongated forepaws tucked close to his chest. The ragged, black claws at the tip of each digit gleamed dangerously sharp.
“You will speak, Elio.” The odd creature growled in a hushed voice, “or Celina and I will permanently silence you.” The baboonish monster threatened, snarling. A pair of long, wickedly curved fangs exposed themselves. “You get it now, boy?”
He had no time for the boy, then, and plenty of other children to cull and shape how he liked. Let this one keep his hatred. Perhaps it would build into something more quantifiable, rather than manifesting itself as empty threats.
Celina, the righteous one, seemed to agree. Her father watched curiously as she spread her stance and snarled in defiance against Elio’s edict, flipping his long, greenish-black tail on the stone’s warm surface. Her growls echoed off the boulder cluster and when she’d finished, her sire rose up on his paws. “Good, Celina.” He swept up her hurried explanation with an equally as-rushed compliment, leaping back down to the earth in one smooth movement.
“Your brother,” He groaned and his body quivered; a flash of light played over his skin and the shape of his entire body began to bubble and shift, “doesn’t seem to get it.” He uttered painfully through a misshapen mouth. His limbs grew rapidly to replace the old ones; his jaw squared up and his nose flattened. He rose, completely changed, to balance in a sitting position on his hindquarters with his elongated forepaws tucked close to his chest. The ragged, black claws at the tip of each digit gleamed dangerously sharp.
“You will speak, Elio.” The odd creature growled in a hushed voice, “or Celina and I will permanently silence you.” The baboonish monster threatened, snarling. A pair of long, wickedly curved fangs exposed themselves. “You get it now, boy?”
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